The ‘We Write Poems’ http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/ Thursday prompt was to write on something unexpected or surprising. As my regular readers know, some of . . . okay, almost all of my writing comes as a surprise. Rarely, as I type my first line, do I have any idea what will follow; so, this should be a ‘normal’ poem for me. NOTE: The first stanza is presented exactly as written, and is a totally true statement of my writing style. In many of my poems, I end up deleting the first stanza exactly because it was in effect doodling and had no direction or meaning. You will see why this one had to stay.
FREE AT LAST
by Mike Patrick
This lonely line was written
without a thought of where to go.
A total string-of-consciousness,
it idly wanders to and fro.
And now I feel a painful tug.
From what? I have no way to know.
It pulls me down an unknown path,
just like an ocean’s undertow.
At last! I’m free of this dead husk
I’ve used as my unwilling host.
He didn’t know that letting go
would ever place me uppermost.
Oh, I still feel him scratching ’round
that awful place I used to live,
but unlike him, I’ll never cede.
No ruling power will I give.
As this fool spent his waking hours
in honor, kindness, love and trust,
I managed to survive in dreams
of horror, fear and torture’s lust.
Now running free and in control,
some things will change ’round here.
I will be coming soon for you.
Some things are worthy of your fear.